“A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, ‘You are mad; you are not like us.'” ― St. Anthony the Great

Saturday, May 13, 2017

"Do you want me to chop your chicken?"

I had never been asked that so I didn't know how to answer.

I must have appeared momentarily confused or else appeared just flat stupid while considering two options and imagining the consequences visualizing cut versus whole. The meat counter guy asked me and how I answer him now determines how I cook this thing later. They're not so fun to cut up as Julia Childs makes it seem.

"Cut."

He began cutting and then, "Want the thigh and leg cut?"

Another unexpected question.

"Cut."

"Apologies for taking so long to answer but I wasn't prepared for any questions. I wasn't expecting a pop quiz."

He thought that was funny.

"Because pop quizzes always make me really NERVOUS!"

What a liar. I liked pop quizzes. I always thought, "Oh goodie" when the kids around me were going "Oh no," I thought they gave me a chance to prove, and I thought that even when I blew it.